•~I Like Bread~•
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•04 Aug 2020
I'm trying to be chill people be sayin "here take a chill pill" but if they where real I'm pretty sure I would have over dosed by now, they don't seem to work so I'm trying to drown out all the sounds of chaos in side my head, but all I feel is guilt and dread. guilt because I killed and dread because im not dead yet, I want to die but I'm caught up in a web of lies that keeps alive. that keeps me strung like a puppet, save your judgment. I've had enough of of it. melancholy is my favorite word, it sounds happy but it means your choking on words, that your sad that you need help, like cotton candy melting I suppose, I'm afraid of being forgotten waking up one day and being rotten and old, skin hanging of bones I want to kill myself but to drugged up to jump off a building to drugged up to even walk and now I'm getting dizzy I have these sentences strung together in my head, but they never made a full rap or a song so instead, I save them in my notes so maybe later they can be whole or instead just be forgotten about like me and or my friends I have friends inside my head. they whisper things to me and make me see things like death they show me what's it's like to be alive and what it's like to dread. I've run out of Ideas so it's time to end this, pretend this is all isn't your head I've stayed up for days so its time for me to go to bed. I like bread.
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@jack_the_trap_ good job this is dope and fire 🔥
I'm trying to be chill people be sayin "here take a chill pill" but if they where real I'm pretty sure I would have over dosed by now, they don't seem to work so I'm trying to drown out all the sounds of chaos in side my head, but all I feel is guilt and dread. guilt because I killed and dread because im not dead yet, I want to die but I'm caught up in a web of lies that keeps alive. that keeps me strung like a puppet, save your judgment. I've had enough of of it. melancholy is my favorite word, it sounds happy but it means your choking on words, that your sad that you need help, like cotton candy melting I suppose, I'm afraid of being forgotten waking up one day and being rotten and old, skin hanging of bones I want to kill myself but to drugged up to jump off a building to drugged up to even walk and now I'm getting dizzy I have these sentences strung together in my head, but they never made a full rap or a song so instead, I save them in my notes so maybe later they can be whole or instead just be forgotten about like me and or my friends I have friends inside my head. they whisper things to me and make me see things like death they show me what's it's like to be alive and what it's like to dread. I've run out of Ideas so it's time to end this, pretend this is all isn't your head I've stayed up for days so its time for me to go to bed. I like bread.
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